Night's herald has slipped across the threshold
Her embrace brings a lingering coolness
That fills us with a deep and subtle unrest
We are reluctant to surrender the day
Though we secretly thrill at the rising stars
Night's herald brings with her
The bitter sweet wine of remembrance
Our lips take it in and our tongue tastes it
We swallow to quell our thirst but
Remain thirsty for other drinks
Sweeter, gentler, more fulfilling
Night's herald sings to us
That certain Song of Twilight
It fills our hearts with love
Even as it breaks them apart
In time we surrender to the certain embrace
Of Night
Within the night we lose ourselves and we dream
We dream of other worlds and other selves and Other
While the Song of Twilight becomes fainter
With each passing hour of sleep
Until at dawn, which always comes
It is but a memory.
For R., In Twilight
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